"I doubt your partner will find a way in," Hawke said calmly as he approached the frustrated looking man. "I take it the Lady Claire is inside?"
He knew very little else that would get Owen so riled up. The man looked ready to break down the glass with his bare hands if that's what it took. A shame that wouldn't work.
"The magic of this place is slippery." He trailed a clawed hand over the glass. The silverite didn't even leave a scratch as it should. "What I can tell you is that it's a ward, the entire structure I think. I think if we translate the words on it, perhaps we can find a way in. Or to get them out."